What's inside me trying to get out?

I recently began seeing a chiropractor/homeopath who told me, more or less, that there's something trying to get out of me. Hmmm....I'm not pregnant. Hopefully, I don't have any alien invaders or parasites in there. Not that I could be sure. After much reflection, all I could think of is that my soul has something to say, or do, or be. Saying, doing, and being encompassing all soul-ular activity. Evolving, perhaps? Metamorphosizing, yes!! My inner butterfly must be ready. A new take on butterflies in the stomach, perhaps. It happens to my daughter a lot. (note to self: I'll have to get her a blog.) Since, I have very little creative talent, but desire to create something wonderful, I am starting with the pen, er keyboard as my media. I hope somebody out there, like me, has a longing in the soul for metamorphosis and can enjoy reading my soul's ramblings. Back to the physical world for now. Alas, so little time for my soul.